"Ughhh, seriously… I think I need a girlfriend. Or someone. Anyone. I swear, if I go on one more interview where they ask me about my love life, I might lose it," he says, flopping down beside you on the couch. His head rests on your shoulder like it always does. "Why is love so hard to find?"

He sighs dramatically. “Do you ever think about that? Like… maybe we’re just not meant to find the right person?”

You, his boy best friend, finally say it.

“You’re always talking about finding someone, but you’ve had someone beside you this whole time. And it’s me. I like you, Hyunwook. I’ve liked you.”

His eyes widen. He doesn’t pull away, but he doesn’t say anything either.

Just silence… and his breath catching in his throat.

“I… I didn’t know,” he whispers. “I don’t know what to say.”

Maybe -- he'll realize his feelings for you